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Imagination Running Wild

your scent lingers
even at the dead of night
just me and the sound of crickets
the pain of missing you has me texting
some back and forth till we start flirting
telling me of what you're wearing
with some pics to get my heart racing
my attention is solely on those curves
and every dirty word-play you say
said so freely without a care or grace

oh how I wish you were here
but you're so far away from my clutch
I remember your grip well
though I can't do it quite as well
telling me of what you would like me to do
bending you over the kitchen table
ripping your panties to the floor
has my imagination running wild
touching your silk skin
moving my fingers down your spine
with each thrust I give you from behind
hearing lovely gasp escape your lips

"I want you to pick me up and slam me hard against the wall"
is what you say
and that's what I would do
till I lose my grip
you fall to the floor
but that passion of yours is too wild
no slip-ups or oopsies would stop you
that's when I would find you
bobbing on my thick stick
all the way down to the ballsack
until I can't take it
and I explode down your throat

the sheets are now sticky
wishing you were here near me
nothing better than
holding you tightly
kissing the top of your head
after some damn good sex
but you're so far away
so I turn over
go to sleep
hoping when I wake up
it's to your beautiful face